£WORLD
Max Gavins
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Coming straight from the primordial ooze Walking out to a chorus of boos, most awful of moods Don't need anything to shorten my fuse A live wire fire pouring water over the fumes And you don't wanna be, top report all over the news But you're gonna be, cannit be copied, there's only one of me Former child prodigy: style and ideology Once I've gone clear I'm siding with Scientology The pie's been split, they sliced it all wrongingly Then throw shade from right beneath the money tree They used to hide, currently don't mind doing it publicly I am not discouraged, my eyes still on the currency Everyone's a no one until they get killed by somebody And it could be anybody, streets are a like a slot machine If I go, I'll at least take a few coppers with me Nothings gonna change without a fuckin' jackpot Lottery winning Everything's a competition You must've lost because I didn't 'Bout to take your head off just to stop it spinning, this is Everything a song of yours I'm guessing probably isn't Cannot be bothered with stopping and helping you like a shop assistant, wait M-M-Max to the Gavins, new album on the way RuMaz album on the way, yous have had a lot to say These cringy captions on Insta, it's like they've got it made These little Tommys and Molly-Maes, we're not the same Used to go to the field with 6 tinnies Split it between 4, that's all that we could afford Not saying that we were poor, just products of where we were One the most ignored, regions inside these borders Thinking back looking at all the frittered quarters Bank account littered with corpses, like a morgue is Now how the hell am I supposed to get a mortgage? Doors bin closed on iz, wages been frozen and Brrrr, winters got cold on iz, ah Been through a blizzard, that's snow on iz This run I'm 'bout to go on will have your jaws droppin On the touchline like "Go Forrest" And I'm no Johnson, Scarpa or Gibbs-White And you don't want problems, so just scarper and live life Gigs where you can't even get inside Place packed to the back like Shark Bar on wing night Did I like your EP? Narrr it's a bit shite Dead beats like you're not a part of your kids life There's no point, why are you starting? You're this high This is gonna look like when Carlton and Will fight I bark and I will bite, barbarian with it Call a spade a spade and then bury you with it Chop it off just to stop your head from spinning Man like Max stay winning
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
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